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Cash

A Pile of Rotten Cash The world has become a terrible place. I often ponder, what is to become of the human race. Everywhere there is poverty, and greed. Of a social conscience, goverments, seem to think there is no need. Legalised murder is committed every day, as thousands of unborn children, are aborted, and flushed away. Wars are fought over oil, the black gold. In third world countries, children into slavery are still being sold. To commit every sin in the bible today is okay, you can even get married, when you are gay. So mankind continues to sink, into his own sticky morass. When the final oblivion comes, all that will be left of him, will be a pile of rotting cash. ~Tango~

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